This has always struck me as being one of the best love songs ever written. It’s layered, it’s elegant, it doesn’t seem forced in the slightest; the song rings with honesty. It expresses the sentiment of being truly at home with the one you love incredibly poignantly.
I admire its ability to marry itself to the theme of the album (heavy social/political commentary that’s similar in style to Orwell’s Animal Farm), but at the same time to take that concept and shine a ray of hope over it.
Roger Waters crafts a beautiful allusion over the course of this album, further securing his status as one of the best lyricists of our time. In Dogs, he beseeches us - and himself, I’m sure - to take heed, to beware of “losing control” and getting “dragged down by the stone”. In Pigs on the Wing II, hope blossoms, evolving the album’s content from mere criticism almost to the status of fable. With love, one doesn’t have to “feel alone or the weight of the stone”.
Pigs on the Wing II by Pink Floyd.
You know that I care what happens to you,
and I know that you care for me, too.
So I don’t feel alone or the weight of the stone,
now that I’ve found somewhere safe to bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home -
a shelter from pigs on the wing.